Someone: you know what.
i had a really odd thought a couple days ago.

"if there's something i don't understand about NUS, ask Gabriel"
and it's true!

for some reason it's an association i can't get rid of.
everytime i think NUS is screwing me over, the first thought is "maybe Gabriel knows why".

mmm! *nodnod* you know =everything=.
it makes me happy.

it's like... you're the little NUS buddha that sits at the top of the hill.
and everytime we get disillusioned with the world below we trudge up to make our pilgrimage.

"oh great gabriel! why the hell is NUS such a fucked up place?"

and you always have an answer that works.
it's fantastic.

i can totally imaging you at the top of the NUS hill, in a lotus position and a gold light shining up from behind. and answers are always given with a toss of the hair.

you're the NUS buddha and *** is the rubber band ball.
woah. we could start an exhibition on the top of the hill.
the NUS buddha and the biggest rubber band ball on earth.